What's this story, you ask? Well, a fanfiction, of course. Stan and Ford are a year away from Gravity Falls, a year removed from Bill and the chaos that ensued. They've been living their lives, but Stan seems to be haunted by dreams he can't shake off. The lingering effects of their past adventures are starting to catch up with him, and honestly, he could really use a hug right about now. I tried to make this as angsty as I could, so please be nice to me! It's been two years since I've written anything, and I've been sick for the past five days while writing this story from my bed. So, enjoy!All Rights Reserved